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Crying, My heart in return I do give you,
And you shall be present wherever I go.
When on the ocean, my dear, I am sailing,
The thoughts of my jewel the compass shall steer
These tedious long days time soon will devour,
And bring me home again safe to my dear.
Therefore be constant, my dear lovely jewel,
For by the Heavens! if you are untrue,
My troubled ghost shall torment you for ever,
Dead or alive I will have none but you.
Her lovely arms round his neck then she twined,
And saying, My dear when you are on the seas,
If the fates unto us should prove cruel,
That we each other no more ever see;
No man alive shall ever enjoy me—
Soon as the tidings of death reach my ear,
Then like a poor unfortunate lover,
Down to the grave I will go with my dear.
Then with a sorrowful sigh he departed,
The wind next morning blew a pleasant gale;
All things being ready, the fam’d Mary Gailey
Then for Barbadoes she straightway set sail.
Jemmy was floating upon the wide ocean,
And her cruel parents were plotting the while,
How that the heart of their beautiful daughter,
With cursed gold should strivo to beguile.
Many a lord of fame, birth, and breeding,
Came to court this young beautiful maid;
But their rich presents and proffers she slighted,
Constant I’ll be to my jewel, she said.
